Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Turkey Day, my children.  Life is changing, and this blog is going to morph into Sister Krissie Explains it All (thanks, Clarissa).  In the last three years we've (Jenny Crusie, Lani Diane Rich, Toni Causey, Barbara Samuel, and more) have banded together in the noble causing of reclaiming our fabulousness, which had gotten somewhat tarnished over the years.  Being fabulous is an ongoing endeavor, but it's not a task or a battle.  It's a joy.

This will still be my blog, but the others will have blogging rights and they'll pop in when the mood strikes them and they have something brilliant to say, plus I'll have other people swing on by.  If you find me incredibly self-indulgent and tedious ("what?  Nevah!") I'll tweet and FB when someone else is coming on.

I'm going to talk about everything under the sun, and I'll fill you in on my Dark Secret, but not today (and it's not a secret - I get depressed).  Today is about being grateful, thankful, joyful.

So here's my list.  List yours.  The comments section on this is annoying right now -- so even if it doesn't show up right away they'll appear.

1.  Most of all, I'm grateful for feeling better.  I've been down, waaaaay down, for a while now, but they shifted my meds (thank God for SSRIs and their cousins) and I'm feeling much better.

2.  Christmas is coming and I have thrown myself into it.  Instead of concentrating on loss (and in my case it's pretty massive) I'm going to concentrate on all I've every loved about the holidays.  I love every holiday -- I used to make my kids a Hanukkah dinner complete with makeshift menorah and latkes and applesauce.  Which reminds me, I really need to get a menorah.  Because the holidays are all about the return of light in every sense.

3.  I'm grateful for my fabulous grandchildren even though they live too far away.

4.  I'm grateful for my children, warts and all.  Life hasn't been easy for either of them, and I tried too hard to spare them, but they're my heart.

5.  But my soul is Richie, who I married almost 40 years ago, and I've never stopped adoring him, even on the rare occasions when he annoys me.

6. And I'm so grateful for the gift of writing.  It brings me such joy and heartbreak, and I'll write till the day I die.  My mother was writing into the last year of her life, and she was just shy of 98 when she died.

7.  I'm grateful for the beautiful snow and the fact that I don't have to go anywhere.  (Yes, it means I have to do all the cooking, and I don't have to worry about anyone else dealing with the snow because no one else is coming, and I could be gloomy about that, but instead I'll just rejoice in the gorgeous snow)

8.  I'm grateful I'm not interested in going out shopping.

You know, I could keep on forever with all the things i'm grateful.  When I was in the darkest place every happy thought was followed by a dark caveat. But I'm challenging myself to find a bright caveat to all the dark thoughts.  As in my snow example.  As in ... my grandchildren are too far away and my son is miserable, but he needs the distance to grow up and I don't want them growing up in a world where people are always yelling.

Or yes, I miss my mother, no matter how messed up many of my years with her were, but I rejoice that she lived so long (she wanted to), never lost her sharpness, and I don't need to regret that I didn't take excellent care of her.

So happy Thanksgiving!  Don't worry about calories, but don't make yourself sick.Ask for help.

And be grateful!

Prize Time

Well, my darlings, I have winners for all three House of Russell Books, including the brand new NEVER MARRY A VISCOUNT.

Here's the info I have:



Grace Cortez






I need you guys to email me and let me know if you want all three or just the most recent one, and whether you want them/it physically or in Kindle Format.

And Grace, if you want it in Kindle format I'll need your email address.

Plus, if I missed any winners email me and I'll get the books delivered to you (they're coming straight from Amazon so you don't have to worry about me getting to the Post Office).


Email krissieo@gmail.com




Pub Day!

Today's the day!  NEVER MARRY A VISCOUNT is on sale, and it's an especially good one, at least as far as I'm concerned.  Oh, and as far as Publishers Weekly and RT and individual reviewers are concerned.  It has comic misunderstandings, sexy times, the other sisters and their spouses make an appearance, and ends with a remarkable wedding.  What more could you ask? 

Let's hope this link will work: http://amzn.to/1wJhvDK 

We'll hope that worked -- it turned blue, at least.  (Though isn't that like a pregnancy test?)

Hmmm.  How do I add photos to this?  Let's see what I can do.  

That worked too!  I'm on a roll!

That worked too!  I'm on a roll!

Now I have to admit I've been fussing a little bit, as review after review have said "this is the first time I've read Anne Stuart but I'll definitely read more."  When I do guest blogs and chats and stuff it's like the last forty years never existed, that books I cherished never existed.  And I brood over what I or my publishers have done wrong over the years.

And then, duh, I finally realized why.  It's a new world and several new generations.  First off, I don't need to worry about books that I wrote that are forgotten -- nothing is forgotten.  They get a new life, either thanks to me or Belle Books or Harlequin or whomever holds the rights, and I have to have faith that the right book will find the right reader.

But more importantly, these readers who have never read me, never heard of me, are probably relatively new readers.  People who grew up on Nora Roberts and Julia Quinn, who grew up on paranormals and women's fiction.  And they've been avidly reading writers who manage a great deal of output, as I did back in the day.  There's no reason for me to feel hurt or that I've wasted my life (one thought that went through my self-indulgent brain when I was busy mourning too many recent losses, including the death of my beloved cat, Phantom, and the imminent move of my grandchildren to the DC area, more than 500 miles away).  

Instead I need to view it as a delightful challenge.  New, happy readers are a gift from the gods, and I celebrate every one of them!

I'm still mourning (Phantom was only six years old, hit by a car when he was out hunting, and the grandchildren are still moving) but I also have a new Ice book to revise and it's so good I can barely stand it.  I sit here in my office and squee with delight as I read certain scenes.  It's wonderful when you love your job.

And so many other good things to work on.  Mollie is sending out my first ever newsletter, so if you haven't signed up you might do so, just to see how hard I'm working.

In the meantime, if you haven't read Anne Stuart, give her a try.  She's worth it.

In Which I Am NOT Professional

Well, you know, life is busy.  And I get distracted.  I managed to write a fabulous book this summer (mainly because I loved it so much - if it had been less of a treasure I would now be facing a two month delay in turning it in, instead of 2 weeks.  But the summer has been full of stress and joy, with the grown children (my eldest recently referred to herself as "one of the two great evils you have unleashed upon the world" -- that's my kid!) going through various crises, spending half a lifetime in a play (I played the evil Mrs. Mullin in "Carousel" as well as a gimpy townsperson because they needed my voice).  I lost 15 pounds by accident, since I was so busy.

But finally most everything was done, and we had a final hot day, and I decided to spend a couple of hours floating around in the pool listening to the latest Ilona Andrews.  Uh, except that sometime this week I had a conference phone call with Amazon about launch plans for NEVER MARRY A VISCOUNT.  I thought of it yesterday morning, thinking it might be that day, and while I was checking my email my eldest spawn (another favorite term of hers) called, and then I had to see my new therapist, and I forgot to check.  So there I was, floating happily in our big, blow up pool, when suddenly I remembered that I forgot to check.  I leapt out of the pool -- it was a little after four -- and raced to the phone.  A message had been left, and I was just trying to listen to it when the phone rang again, and Caller ID said Amazon.

So I picked up the phone and greeted everyone with "Oh, shit."

Stripped off my bathing suit while talking to them and had Richie the Saintly wrap me in a towel, which I then informed those in NY and Seattle what I was or was not wearing.  I will simply not behave like a grown up.

That's one reason I don't drink (or not much).  I'm pretty outrageous to being with -- I don't set out to be, but I say what comes into my mind without a whole lot of filters, because filters are boring.  I'm the kind of person who throws herself into everything -- and I don't hold back (fortunately I don't have much of a temper and that's one of the few things I do hold back on).

As the late, great Robin Williams said, "if they can't take a 'fuck,' joke them."  He probably also said "I yam what I yam" since he played Popeye but I never saw the movie.  

Fortunately Amazon found me amusing and my agent is used to me by now - she probably rolls her eyes because I have gotten into big trouble simply making observations, and she's had to do damage control.  But you know, it's a lot more fun to simply say "oh, shit" when you've done a dumb ass thing like miss an important, pre-arranged phone-call.

Today I dive into the revisions of The Book With No Name, since I'm turning it in on Tuesday.  While I chase my almost 7 year old grandson around.  I'm hoping we can play in the pool too -- yesterday was probably our last hot day but it might get close to 80 before the storms come in.

At least things are calming down on the home front.  Now I just have to revise this sucker!